"Please," Beverly spoke with gritted teeth, "Please, give me the antidote."

Mr. Hill squatted to her level.

He held her chin. As much as she hated it and wanted to pull away, her mother's groans were a constant reminder of what was at stake.

"Not so fast, my dear," he smiled as he caressed her cheeks. "It feels so good hearing you beg me with the same mouth you've used to curse me."

Unable to bear it anymore, she looked away from him.

"Don't be shy,your mom doesn't have much time left," he taunted. "Beg properly,"

"How else do you want me to beg?" she sobbed. "Please give me the...